Hello, Tintin's fans... And a certain videogame's fans! Well, before at all, excuse my poor English. My mother language is the Spanish, not the English. This fic is a translation of a fic that I wrote and published here in FanFiction, but in the category of Games. If you want to read it, there's the link:
s/8773121/1/Hijo-del-Credo
I know that maybe it would be the most freaky and strange drabble that you ever read on your life, and more if it is crossovered with a certain videogame which maybe you meet or maybe not, but please, give it an opportunity.
Anyway, but the legal thing of "Tintin and that videogame are not miine, they belonged to theirs respected owners", I hope you like it.
Hugs!
Vicka.
Son of the Creed.
When I look at Bucharest's panorama from the rooftops, many memories begin to congregate in my mind. I lived my childhood and a part of my adolescence here, in this city so full of life and with so much fanfare between the orphanage, the rooftops and some than other clashes with police and with undesirable individuals.
It is curious because I have finished for helping at the law to capture criminals famous and not so famous while I wear my reporter's custome, but at the same time it is strange because I fled from the law like a criminal else when I wear my Assassin's custome. Of course, I fled from the law not to kill an innocent person, but by killing those who harm the innocent, for not to say economical, political and socially powerful people and those who manage the law at their will.
All that in the name of a Creed full of contradictory ironies.
"Nothing is true, everything is permitted".
Those are the strangely wise words that they pray as our Creed, words which in turn reflect a terminology for a cynical individual... Or that's what those who do not well understand the Creed think. I confess that I neither understood well the Creed until, along my missions, I realized that the words said something more than a simple literal cynicism, an understanding which well hunted with the explanation of my uncle and Mentor, Nikolai Pavlov.
By saying "nothing is true", we are saying that the foundations of society are fragile, being ourselves the shepherds of our own civilization. By saying "anything is allowed", we are saying that we are the architects of our actions, whose consequences we must accept as glorious or tragic would they are.
In a nutshell: these words describe our reality, describe how societies evolve with the passage of time and even describe how very few people can have in their hands the fate of all.
The Creed is an idea that is not be destroyed so simple, it just only transforms as the years, centuries and the millennia pass. Many people die by that Creed, but there will always be others who continue to live...Like me, Valentine "Tintin" Léroux Ynigov, from Belgian father and Romanian mother and resident in Brussels for five years.
A Son of the Creed.